Today we entered Galicia! Galicia is the region of Spain where Santiago de Compostela is located, and it has a strong Celtic influence. We climbed our final mountain and ate lunch in the town of O Cebreiro, where Celtic music with Spanish lyrics was playing in the bar and signs advertised pulpa, or octopus, one of Galicia's most famous dishes. (The local tienda also had these delicious doughnut-type pastries that were spiced with cardamom. I ate about five for my lunch. Great way to counteract all the mountain-scaling, right?) Tonight, we sleep about 9 kilometers away from O Cebreiro in Alto de Poyo, a town that's just two buildings along the highway. For dinner I had meat that was described as "coming from an animal that is like a cow that lives on the mountains." It tasted mostly like garlic.
Tomorrow will begin our fifth and final week on the Camino. It's strange how not strange it feels, this life we're living now, walking every day, trying to communicate with people from around the world, filming our lives... I'm not sure what normal life is going to feel like. But then again, I guess none of us really lived normal lives to begin with...
